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Dear Marya Alexandrovna! I received your letter with the photograph yesterday. By now you have probably already received my letter in which I wrote about Mama's death. Tomorrow it will be four weeks since she died. I cannot seem to recover myself, and on top of that my Graves' disease has flared up again. It had completely gone away, but now my heart has started racing again and all the rest of it. I went to see Sally — a local celebrity — he gave me some sort of poison: bromide, opium, and something else, and then advised going to the mountains (above 1,000 meters). In a couple of months, perhaps we shall go, if it hasn't cleared up by then.

For now we have moved to another apartment: Waldheimstrasse 66, parterre. At the old apartment we had two rooms, but the landlady did not want to rent out one, so we moved to our new lair. There is a bath and shower here.

Volodya is a great lover of showers and polo-

* The corner of the postcard has been torn off; the text in square brackets has been restored according to the sense. —Ed.